I'm back in New Orleans. I was greeted first by my loving Fiance, then the cat, who made dough on my throat in the middle of the night, a huge stack of laundry I left for myself to fold, a hospital bill that equals an entire month's pay for me and the first day back at work, wherein a student asked me, in all seriousness, if the doctor had to cut all my hair for the surgery and if that's why it is shorter. Yea, he was super concerned about the split ends hanging down during surgery.

And the fricking stitch still hasn't come out, nor have the two more that are poking out above it. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go play Mario Galaxy until I drop because I don't feel like unpacking or folding laundry or cleaning or addressing Save the Date cards or paying bills I don't have the money to pay (hell, I don't feel like paying the ones I do have the money to pay). I'm going to enjoy my football prompted minimum day.

Okay, is the expression "making dough" one of those ones that you think everyone else uses and it's really just your weird family? It refers to the kneading that cats do against a surface. Like kneading bread. It's usually cute, but at 1 in the morning, on one's throat, cute it is not.

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About Me

I'm a 26 year old former teacher turned full time graduate student. I live in Southern California after a 3 year stint in New Orleans with my husband Slappy (formerly The Fiance) and our cats (yea, we're those people).
In February of 2006 I was diagnosed with Chiari Malformation, which is a fancy way of saying that my brain was too big for my skull (get it? overflowing brain). On November 27th, 2007 I had brain surgery which allows my brain to exist indefinitely in my spinal canal. 13 staples, one cow heart lining and a multitude of doctors and medications later, I'm living a much improved decompressed life.